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Did you ever wonder, "what the hell did he just say?". Well, wonder no more because here are lyrics for some of the songs written by Tom Stahl. All these songs are copyrighted and can be found on various CDs that are also available for purchase on the website. If you would like to hear what these songs sound like or see what CD they are on, simply click on the "Music" menu located on the top and bottom of this page. Enjoy the reading!!
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You remind me of me when I minded like you, but I don’t seem to mind anymore, I was blinded it’s true by things shiny and new, but things shiny and new get old and worn, I’ve been wanting and wasting time, always searching and only to find I’ve sought fortune and fame, got caught up in that game, it’s insane how some people keep score, ‘cause with all you attain, there comes heartache and pain and I’ve found having gained less is more, I’ve been wanting and wasting time, always searching and only to find Refrain All you need in this world is love sweet love, how can people be so blind, all I need in this world I have right here and it’s been here all the time I’ve been taught wrong from right and I’ve fought the good fight, still there’s times I thought I’d lost the war, well it’s cliché and trite, but I’ve seen the light and I now know what’s worth fighting for, I’ve been wanting and wasting time, always searching and only to find Refrain All you need in this world is love sweet love, how can people be so blind, all I need in this world I have right here and it’s been here all the time
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2000 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Are there angels, have they wings, who would dare believe such things in a world where faith is rarely blind, angels can be hard to find, but don’t despair, angels are near. Up in heaven angels fly, no one here knows how or why, but if you look closely, all around, there are angels to be found, but come what may, angels can’t stay, Refrain Angels don’t belong down here on earth, they're gone before you know it and when they’re gone it hurts, so treasure every moment from the moment of their birth ‘cause you know angels don’t belong down here on earth. Where they’re angels, there is hope, so when you feel you just can’t cope and the world around turns cold and gray and your angel’s far away, well don’t you cry, angels don’t die. Refrain Angels don’t belong down here on earth, they're gone before you know it and when they’re gone it hurts, so treasure every moment from the moment of their birth ‘cause you know angels don’t belong down here on earth
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1999 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Are we moving, can’t you see, of course we’re moving, well that’s the best orange in the whole group of apples, and there’s a sale on all grapes, and the man at the fruit stand is wearing a suit for Christ’s sake. Are we moving, can’t you see, of course we’re moving, Well that’s the best novel I never will read, it’s been written in Braille, and the girl at the book store is learning to cook with a pail. Refrain All aboard the good ship mediocrity, setting sail for the land of monotony, everything there’s as good as not better can be, could it be. Are we moving, can’t you see, of course we’re moving, They’re building a bridge it goes ‘round in a circle and it never hits land, and the man in the toll booth is rolling his coins with one hand. Refrain Everything here is so extraordinary, like that’s just what we need is more ordinary, everything here’s as good as not better can be, could it be. Are we moving, can’t you see, of course we’re moving, The man with the paint brush spilled paint on his pants, now they hang in a hall and the artist sits still like a statue encased in a wall. Refrain All aboard the good ship mediocrity, setting sail for the land of monotony, everything here’s as good as not better can be.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Here's your gun. Where's your daddy. Don't you think it's kinda sad he never stuck around to see the kind of man that you've become. You got one hand on a rattle and you other hand's upon a gun. Go to school, bring your ammo. If there's not enough to go around they'll send you home until you've got enough for every gun. You're a big man in the saddle but without a horse you're still no one. Well bang, bang, shoot’em up somebody's dies, everybody look around and ask yourselves why. Momma did the best she could to raise her young son but without a father figure he's just another son of a gun. Little boy, where's you teachers? Is it really up to them to try and reach you once you pass through their gate? That don't equate. If you don't get it at home then by the time they getcha it's too late. Well bang, bang, shoot em up, somebody dies, everybody look around and ask yourselves why. Momma did the best she could to raise her young son, but without a father, I figure he's just another son of a gun, son of a gun. here's your gun. Where's your daddy? Don't it make you kinda mad he never stuck around to see the kinda man that you've become. You look real big in the saddle, but without a horse you're still a no one.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well I’ve been baptized in the river of doubt, by the banks of denial lies my faith, and I’ve been chastised by some givers of shout, allayaluya, amen man you’re saved, well I played that game before, you won’t sway me no more. I’ve seen the fear in people’s eyes instilled by you under the guise of some divine deity, and now I’ve come to realize it’s really you that I despise with your self-served sanity, I prayed your game before, you won’t sway me no more. Refrain Tell me what in the name of my God are you doing, and who in this world is it for, will the sins of the son be the father’s undoing, will this only even the score, I’m unsure, so it goes, and what’s more, you don’t know. Well I’ve been baptized in the river of doubt, by the banks of denial lies my faith, and I’ve been chastised by some givers of shout, allayaluya, amen man you’re saved, well I played that game before, you won’t sway me no more Refrain Tell me what in the name of my God are you doing, and who in this world is it for, will the sins of the son be the father’s undoing, will this only even the score, I’m unsure, so it goes, and what’s more, you don’t know.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I’d seen your picture on my Grandma’s wall, It brought back memories that I thought were long since gone But I remember you Barbara Ann You were the apple of your Daddy’s eyes Your Momma’s favorite, that would not be denied, When I think back I cry A natural beauty with an angel’s smile, You lived your life with such a regal grace and style, Suffering all the while My Momma told us if we all would pray, That you’d get better and you’d come back home to stay, Oh, how we prayed for you Barbara Ann
REFRAIN
Everyone pray for Barbara Ann, Somebody say that she’ll get better, Everyone pray, oh please Lord protect her, Don’t you let her You just got sicker with each passing day, It didn’t matter, how long, how hard we prayed, Helpless we watched as you slipped awayMy Momma told us that we still should pray, The Lord to bless you and to take away your pain, Oh how we prayed for you Barbara Ann
REFRAIN
Everyone pray for Barbara Ann, Everyone pray the Lord to take her, Everyone pray, oh please don’t forsake her, Just take her
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
It seems like only yesterday, I wasted time, wasted away, I hit the west coast two months out of school. Well life was soft and we drank hard, we’d crawl down Hollywood Boulevard, Saturday meant Stoli’s by the pool. All that sunshine on the brain, enough to drive a boy insane, easy to lose sight of why you came. A mohawked girl with train-track arms, she squawked how life on daddy’s farm was not the life that she was meant to live, a grand deluded whacked out scheme, she found the town of broken dreams had taken all that she had had to give. All that sunshine on the brain, not enough to dull the pain and some they never get back home again. Refrain California here I come, right back where I started dumb, I’m not much smarter than the day I left. I’m going back to California, dressed in black, I’m going to mourn the fact I never lived in California when I did. Far away and long ago, I shuffled off from Buffalo, a fearless deed for such a fearful lad. Now yesteryear’s like yesterday, I rue the time I threw away and love the time I thought I never had. All that sunshine on the brain, paradise was lost in vain, still I knew I’d get back there again. Refrain California here I come, right back where I started dumb, I’m not much smarter than the day I left. I going back to California, dressed in black, I’m going to mourn the fact I never lived in California when I did
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2003 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well you made it through your umpteenth shower and he has survived his blast. Which brings us to your wedding hour, the time it went by so fast. Well I’m sure you’ve been lectured on what marriage means and you don’t need to hear more advice, but allow me this moment to share with you now just a few more words to the wise. Refrain When you say I do, you must, when you think you can’t you trust in each other and hold on tight, you’ll turn mountains to mole hills and chase away cold chills and a new dawn will follow each night. When the mass it has ended we’ll party in peace and we’ll all raise a glass to you two and we’ll wish you Godspeed with your new unity and we’ll hope that your troubles are few. Well your sweet honeymoon it may set in the west and it might seem it won’t rise too soon, just remember this day and the vows that you made and your love will take care of the rest. Refrain When you say I do, you must, when you think you can’t you trust in each other and hold on tight , you’ll turn mountains to mole hills and take away cold chills and a new dawn will follow each night and every thing will turn out right.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Today I’ll be a sad man, it’s sad I choose to be, I now know things I knew before I knew they had to be, it’s sad to think I chose it, it’s sad I chose to be, I could be so happy if I’d happen to be Today I’ll be a blind man, it’s blind I choose to be, I now see things just yesterday I saw as prophecy, I don’t see why I chose it, it’s blind I chose to be, some day I may see things I predestine to see Refrain Could it be so if you will it to be, wouldn’t you know if you could, should a fool go where others will flee, you could be what you choose if you’d just choose to be Today I’ll be a rich man, it’s rich I choose to be, I now have all I used to own when all I owned was free, it’s rich to think I chose it, it’s rich I chose to be, you may think poor of me, I may beg to agree Refrain Could it be so if you will it to be, wouldn’t you know if you could, should a fool go where others will flee, you could be what you choose if you’d just choose to be
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2002 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Never be nobody’s fool, and always follow the golden rule, things they just don’t teach in school are things I learned from you. At dinner time, don’t you be late and always eat what‘s on your plate, there’s always some less fortunate that’d love to fill your shoes Why must I be in by eight, the other kids they stay out late, oh my how you’d pontificate, today it makes me laugh Back then I couldn’t understand, and often we seemed less than friends, time it seems to make amends, today I walk your path Refrain Men do what men must do and boys don’t understand, ‘til the one day when that little boy has grown into a man, every time I pass a mirror I’m so surprised to see, half the man I used to fear is looking back at me I know now what you did and I know now why you did it, I’m sure you had some dreams though you’d never admit it, well stoic’s a word that comes to mind, heroic is not to far behind, your sacrifice, the selfless kind just makes me shake my head Refrain Men do what men must do and boys don’t understand, ‘til the one day when that little boy has grown into a man, every time I pass a mirror I pray to God I see, half the man I used to fear is looking back at me
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
[WORDS TO LIVE BY COURTESY OF TOM STAHL AND THE DANGERFIELDS]
Sister Mary Margaret Claire was working in her underwear with no one there to really care at all. Standing in the vestibule where father kept his gardening tools she grabbed a rake anticipating fall. Brother Henry Michael Nick while tending to the very sick saw Sister Mary Margaret Claire and called. If your garden isn't Eden then you better get a weedin' or you needn't be a gardenin' at all. Sister Judy Carol Moe was really moving very slow and couldn't get the garden hoe to work. Having stayed out very late she fell into a sorry state and soon thought Mary Margaret Claire a jerk. Brother Henry Michael Nick who rarely ever gave a lick saw Sister Judy Carol Moe and grinned. If you wanna get to heaven, better be in bed by seven 'cause eleven's when the devilin' begins. You can't be playing all day, drinking all night, thinking that a kingdom comes, Get to church on Sunday, pray again on Monday, gotta get the Lord's work done, Do as I have told you, not as I have shown you and you'll get the good fight won, If your life is really righteous then your destination might just be in heaven next to me and number one. Sister Judy Carol Moe was well versed in the tales of woe and fell into the throes of one again, bending down to genuflect she soon began to circumspect on all that Henry Michael Nick had said. Pondering his good advice she started thinking once or twice and Sister Judy Carol Moe turned red. If I'm gonna be rejected up in heaven as expected, then I'm gonna have a good time 'til I'm dead.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2001 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
My country needs to be always protecting me, 'cause I'm too dumb Trying to get some fast food standing in line, it's my right to eat it if I'm so inclined, didn't see it coming, it caught me by surprise, the girl behind the counter made me super size, there ought to be a law Standing in a bar now it ain't no joke, someone standing next to me lit up a smoke, didn't see it coming, it caught me by surprise, someone starting singing smoke gets in your eyes, there ought to be a law I'm a dumb American, I'm under an attack, the French are coming at me with a fries and Big Mac, someone south of Sarasota's selling me cocaine, Uncle Sammy could you subsidize my brain I've a pretty happy friend you might call gay, got an invitation to his wedding day, came without a warning, not a wink or a nod, introduced his bride to be his name was Tod, there ought to be a law Got my education in a public school, learned some readin' writin' so's I ain't no fool, come without a warning, not a wink or a nod, someone pledged allegiance right there under God. there ought to be a law I'm a dumb American, I'm under an attack, someone's hiding weapons on me somewhere in Iraq, everyone around the world looks on me with disdain, Uncle Sammy could you subsidize my brain I'm a sharp shooter when I set my sights, don't you be infringing on my Bill of Rights, didn't see it coming, I lost it in the sun, another loony liberal tried to take my gun, there ought to be a law I'd a picked a president but I hate polls, someone lost the voting booth's remote control, didn't see it coming, i lost it in the sun, I had to go to college just to see who won, there ought to be a law I'm a dumb American, I'm under an attach, the French are coming at me with a fries and Big Mac, someone south of Sarasota's selling me cocaine, Uncle Sammy could you subsidize my brain
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2006 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Daily the eggman he sits on the wall and he doesn’t know which way to turn, those on the ground know that one day he’ll fall but the eggman has nothing to learn, the truth is the eggman knows just what to do, he sits on the wall to enlighten the few No one knows how or when it came to be they assume that it always has been, some know the wall by the shadow it leaves, but they don’t know what lies deep within, the eggman of course is content with his view, he knows what he sees is what’s frightening you Refrain Now what have they done to the eggman, who knocked the egg off that wall, who pulled him down threw the dregs man, history has shown that death will come to those who try to shine a light on a wall, he tried to shine a light on you all After his fall from the grace of the wall, the egg dreams of what might have been, and those with the gall, they act oh so appalled believing it could be again, and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, they wept as they swept up the shell of the man Refrain Now what have they done to the eggman, who knocked the egg off that wall, who pulled him down threw the dregs man, history has shown that death will come to those who try to shine a light on a wall, he tried to shine a light on you
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2002 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I’m gonna be a sailing man and sail the seven seas, I have no fear of failing man I’m Captain Destiny, I’m gonna find the salesman who sold this dream to me, I’m gonna be a sailing man and sail the seven seas. I’m not a sailor, I’m not that bold, waves are too high, the water’s too cold, I don’t like sailing, truth can be told, I ain’t no sailing man. No. I’m gonna be an astronaut, I’m gonna fly in space, the die has just been cast and I have got to take my place, I may not be the first or last to have a fall from grace, I’m gonna be an astronaut, I’m gonna fly in space. I’m not a spaceman, I don’t like heights, ten story buildings give me a fright, if I go flying, I’ll take a kite, I ain’t no rocket man. No. Refrain Excuses, excuses, they’re all that you’ve got, they help you explain why you are who you’re not, excuses, excuses, they’re all that you need, you’ll have to excuse me if I fail to be. I’m gonna be a superman, I’m gonna bend some steel then all the other stupid men will come to and kneel, I’m gonna see right through them I’m gonna see who’s real, I’m gonna be a superman, I’ll be the man of steel. I can’t be super, I’m not that smart, kryptonite isn’t good for the heart, if I wear tights I’ll look like a tart, I ain’t no super man, No. Refrain Excuses, excuses, they’re all that you’ve got, they help you explain why you are who you’re not, excuses, excuses, they’re all that you need, you’ll have to excuse me if I fail to be.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2001 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Every time I think I’ve hit rock bottom, got my feet stuck firm in cement, then I realize it’s just another snag slowing down my constant decent, well I’m reaching and grabbing and clawing for something just trying to keep my head above ground, I’ve slipped, tripped, flipped over so many times I don’t know what is up or what’s down. Refrain Well I’m falling, I’m flying, arms flailing everywhere, I’m falling, I’m flying, I got both wings tied to a prayer, I’m calling and crying but no one can seem to hear. Well it could be I’m falling or flying but I can’t tell from here. Now and then I get these real bright ideas, I got light bulbs going off in my head, then I realize it’s just a flash of lightening and it came close to striking me dead, well I’m blinded and shaken and startled, I can’t think, each thought in my head is unclear, well it could be this weather, I’m light as a feather, I think that I’m walking on air. Refrain Well I’m falling, I’m flying, arms flailing everywhere, I’m falling, I’m flying, I got both wings tied to a prayer, I’m calling and crying but no one can seem to hear. Well it could be I’m falling or flying but I can’t tell from here
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I just got a new job, working for some big slob, all I gotta do is keep his plate full, my mind on E, Don’t ask any questions, offer no suggestions, all I gotta do is keep my eyes closed and say I see Refrain I’m not one to rush to judge, but I’ve heard the word now I won’t budge, cause I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, I get all my information from fat guys on radio He is such a ladies man, doing all he can, making sure he’s got a lady every where a broad should be, he is not a homophobe, mapping out some flat globe, every road upon it goes as far right as right can be Refrain I’m not one to rush to judge, but I’ve heard the word now I won’t budge, cause I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, I get all my information from fat guys on radio Call me Mr. Dittohead, what I think is what he said, everything he says is true and I believe it why don’t you Refrain I’m not one to rush to judge, but I’ve heard the word now I won’t budge, cause I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, I get all my information from fat guys on radio, AM radio, AM radio, AM radio
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1996 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
You could say that Jesus wore his hair too long and sometimes when a preaching, he'd drone on and on and once he served chianti when the entree was a seafood dish Well, Buddha loved his gouda but be ate too much, yeah Buddha used his food just like a cripple's crutch, well ain't it kinda frightenin' that the one who's so enlightened weighed so much If you're looking for salt in a salt mine, don't be surprised to find salt, if you're looking for faults, you'll find fault lines, now why do you seem so appalled, everybody has 'em if you look inside the chasm's of their lives. Well, Ghandi was a dandy, but his sheets weren't pressed, I doubt he knew his dhoti was a dowdy mess and still he'd sit there grinnin' wrapped with yesterday's soiled linens on his back. Oh Mama Teresa was a piece of work, but just like any other broad she had some quirks, the sisters in Calcutta used to call her Mother Nutter, that's a fact. If you're looking for salt in a salt mine, don't be surprised to find salt. if you're looking for faults, you'll find fault lines, now why do you seem so appalled, everybody has 'em if you look inside the chasm's of their lives
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2006 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Jesus Christ those communists when will they understand, this country here’s been founded on the screwing of your fellow man, it’s one for all and one’s for getting all you can, ‘cause keeps the game they’re playing and they’re playing it to win You’re so far right you’re wrong and still you have a plan, but those ivory towers are crumbling, see they’re built upon the quickest sand, I’ve seen the enemy and I cannot pretend, there’s a cancer that’s growing and it’s growing from within Refrain I believe in one man quite divisible, living in a world that’s made by some God who’s invisible, oh save me, won’t you save me, somebody save me from, from, from Jesus Christ you socialist, it’s out of your command, you’re seated at the right side but you’re sitting on God’s hands, I’ve seen the enemy and I’m frightened Aunty Em, I used to have an answer but it’s blowing in the wind Refrain I believe in one man quite divisible, living in a world that’s made by some God who’s invisible, oh save me, won’t you save me, somebody save me from, from, from
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1996 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Young boy singing in the front of a mirror, a hair brush for a mic in his hand, someone says hey boy you better beware, there's no place in this world for pretend, stop wasting your time, get on with your life Young man looking in a carnival mirror, it's wonderland on the other side, just then someone says to conquer your fear, you have forever, now you decide, he's biding his time, 'til one day he finds The moment is gone, the moment is gone, it's not coming back this life, I know It's not right, but time slips away like a thief in the night and it's gone Old men learn to look away from the mirror, afraid of what they're likely to see, but life's not merely made of moments gone by there are moments that are still left to be, stop wasting your time, or one day you'll find The moment is gone, the moment is gone, it's not coming back this life, I know it's not fight, but time slips away like a thief in the night and it's gone
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2006 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
That’s a pretty sweater, is it made of velour, I think Laura Petri used to wear one on the Dick Van Dyke Show, heard you got a new car, bet you’re going to go far, I can see you cruising down the highway on your daddy’s bank roll Go on, go on, go on, get out of your head, you’re just so, so what like nobody said, get yourself a guitar, you could be a rock star, just like Elvis hippy, hippy shaking on the Sullivan Show, and everybody goes Refrain GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy now I just read the paper, heard your latest caper’s going to make you bigger that the biggest thing to blow through this town, What a witty rapier, for a bottom scraper, ain’t it kinda funny making money never making a sound Go on, go on, go on, get out of your head, you’re just so, so what like nobody said, get yourself a guitar, you could be a rock star, just like Elvis hippy, hippy shaking on the Sullivan Show, and everybody goes Refrain GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy now Ring around the rosey, strike a little posey, they should be erecting you a statue up in Lafayette Square, When you get on Oprah, I’ll get you some rope, oh won’t it be a pretty picture seeing all you hanging up there Go on, go on, go on, get out of your head, you’re just so, you know I think you’d be better off dead, get yourself a guitar, you could be a rock star, just like Elvis hippy, hippy shaking on the Sullivan Show, and everybody goes Refrain GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy GOO GOO GA GA you’re a big boy now Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1999 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Oh to be young, oh to have dreams, not yet begun or so it seems, when you think you just can’t cope and you feel you’ve lost your grip, like you’re hanging from a rope and your hand begins to slip. Oh to believe what you don’t know, sometimes relieves the pain that grows, when you think you’re all alone and that no one understands and you feel like getting stoned and the rock is in your hand. Refrain It’s never easy my friend, you’re bound to break if you don’t learn to bend, and if you choose to pretend, life’s to take it’s not to end. When yesterday’s are all you see, there grows a haze around what could be, when your vision tunnels to all the things you should have done and your worst dream’s coming true and you got no where to run and you think you’re all alone and that no one understands and you feel like getting stoned and the rock is in your hand and you think you just can’t cope and you feel you’ve lost your grip, like you’re hanging from a rope and your hand begins to slip, hang on, hang on, hang on. Refrain It’s never easy my friend, you’re bound to break if you don’t learn to bend, and if you choose to pretend, life’s to take it’s not to end.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1997 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I DON’T KNOW (What dya think that means)
I know a man who walked on water, I know a man who tripped on land, I’ve seen cattle led to slaughter, let me take you by the hand, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I don’t know I know a man as fat as Buddha, I know a man as thin as rails, I know a man who said he coulda, shoulda woulda never fails, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I don’t know Refrain Do you believe everything you read or are you one of those who has to see it, what if I told you it was make believe, are you distraught or do you feel relief I know a man who prayed to Elvis, I know a man who swore to God, I know a man who went to hell with all them other silly sods, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I don’t know Refrain Do you believe everything you read or are you one of those who has to see it, what if I told you it was make believe, are you distraught or do you feel relief I know man who walked on water, I know a man who tripped on land, I’ve seen Moses spread those waters, let me take you by the hand, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, what do ya think that means, I don’t know Refrain Do you believe everything you read or are you one of those who has to see it, what if I told you it was make believe, are you distraught or do you feel relief
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I know a guy, who knows a guy who said that I could be something, He knows a man who said he can make anything out of nothing, He said if I'd just meet the guy then I'd see why his heart's thumping, I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy You're just like a tree in the forest, you're like a bear in the woods, you're like the Pope being Catholic and you know Catholics are good, you're like the lips on the chicken that just crossed the street, you're the one guy I've been dying to meet I've got friends in real high places working for me now, They say I'll be going places, but they don't say how
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2006 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
My whole world fit in three city blocks, time stood still, there was no need for clocks, mom was always in the kitchen, dad was hard at work or fixing something, I wish that I could go back there again. Up and down and around we’d go, where we’d end up no one could know, days that used to last forever turned to years that never passed again, I wish that I could go back there again. Refrain I wanna go back again, when kids believed in superman and AIDS was just a diet plan oh life was so much simpler then. I wanna be ignorant, I wanna love my government , I wanna know what Jesus meant when he said love your fellow man, I wanna be ignorant. I know less than I did before, gone are days when I thought I knew the score, truth I used to take for granted turned to views so antiquated somehow, I wish that I could know the truth again. Refrain I wanna go back again when kids believed in superman and AIDS was just a diet plan oh life was so much simpler then, I wanna be ignorant, I wanna love my government, I wanna live in bliss again, I wanna know everything, I wanna be ignorant. My whole world fit in three city blocks, time stood still
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Maybe I should be the leader of some far off land, speak a language only I can understand, would I be that different from the way I am What if I became a doctor and learned to take the pulse of every man who has the means but no results, I’ve got hours for thoughts like this and nothing else Refrain Well you take my time, it’s bought and paid for, I’ll keep my mind, it’s not for sale, I’ll do my time inside your prison ‘til comes the day when I post bail Maybe I should be the driver of some big gray truck, looking down on folks with no such luck, I could think of worse ways a man could make a buck What if I became a lawyer and learned to speak the truth to every man who served the pudding without the proof, I had dreams like this when I had youth Refrain Well you take my time, it’s bought and paid for, I’ll keep my mind, it’s not for sale, I’ll do my time inside your prison ‘til comes the day when I post bail Maybe I should be the leader of some rocking band, singing songs that only I can understand, would I be that different from the way I am Refrain Well I’ll take my time, now you can’t have it, I’ve drawn the line inside this cell, I’ll free my mind and all its’ habits and you my friend can go to hell
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well I’m not too tired, or too uninspired, I’m not demented, you might resent it, I’m content. Well I’m not too rich but you’ll never hear me bitch, ain’t got no Lincoln, I’ve just been thinking, I’m content Refrain It’s true I’m not in love, but babe I’m not above it and it’s true that I’m not glad, but I’ll be damned if I feel sad, well I may get blue whenever I think of you, I might get lonely but still I’m only just content. Now I may get bored and sometimes be ignored, I still don’t drink much, I don’t need that crutch, I’m content. Well you may get sick but I have no bone to pick, why not admit it you just don‘t get it I’m content Refrain It’s true I’m not in love, but babe I’m not above it and it’s true that I’m not glad, but I’ll be damned if I feel sad, well I may get blue whenever I think of you, I might get lonely but still I’m only just content.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1994 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Everyday you go to work, hate your boss, he’s such a jerk, and the job’s a real pain, staring in an empty cup, feeling down but looking up, if you could you’d go insane, Refrain There was a time when all the funny folks had farms, but life’s so hectic nowadays close your eyes and flap your arms and your fine, and I’m fine, and we’re fine, finally. I’ve no time to see a shrink, what I need’s a good stiff drink, just enough to ease my mind, couple shots of therapy, makes my life all syrupy, it will your life too you’ll find, Refrain If where you’re sitting all the ants look just like ants, don’t waste time splitting hairs, you might not get second chance to be fine, and I’m fine, and you’re fine, finally. How the hell did I get here, singing songs to pricks with ears, how did you get in my dream, it’s not you I’m talking to, unless you think so then it’s true, and if it is you’d better scream, Refrain There was a time when all the funny folks had farms, but life’s so hectic nowadays, close your eyes and flap your arms and your fine, and I’m fine and were fine finally.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
It’s Christmas time again, I’m thinking maybe Santa Claus will be my friend, Been awfully good this year, I did my best to raise some hope and bring some cheer, Presents strewn about the tree, I hope there’s one for me, sometimes the trappings of the day, they just get in the way It’s Christmas time again, I think I heard a child was born in Bethlehem, there came some wise men three, I don’t recall them sitting around no pine cone tree, Gold, Frankincense and Mir are lovely gifts I’m sure, but gifts can come at such a cost, when what you have gets lost REFRAIN I wish you Merry Christmas, and a grand New Year, It’s good to get what you’re hoping for, but best to keep what’s dear It’s Christmas one and all, I think I just saw Jesus in the shopping mall, he sat on Santa’s knee, I can’t imagine what the Son of God could need, Good will and peace on earth, to celebrate his birth, don’t let the trappings of the day, keep getting in the way. REFRAIN I wish you Merry Christmas and a grand New Year, it’s good to get what you’re hoping for , but best to keep what’s dear, So have a Merry Christmas, and keep in mind this year, the gift to give is the life you live and in the love you share, Silent Night, Holy Night, Silent Night, Holy Night
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well, I know eyes can play tricks of all kinds on broken hearts, but sometimes, hearts find they’ve got a brand new start ‘Cause I know, I’ve seen you somewhere but I don’t know where or when, but one day I may and we’ll be that somewhere again Hearts don’t ask why, hearts sometimes lie, but one day you’ll find when heart meets the mind that you got a brand new start ‘Cause I know, I’ve seen you somewhere but I don’t know where or when, but one day I may and we’ll be that somewhere again
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
There’s something wrong with the American dream, while the citizens slept, the lawyers they schemed, my criminal attorney said every thing’s right, take anything, anything at any price, at any price, at any price My friend the attorney was shocked when I learned he had sent his own mother to jail, when faced with decisions, he sidesteps collisions, the truth takes a back seat, integrity bails, integrity bails, integrity bails Refrain Ah justice is just what I thought, a commodity, just like the justice I sought was so odd to me, just like the justice they bought was so out of my reach, so out of my reach There’s something wrong with the American way, when hard work is punished, and crime always pays, that sweet lady justice is thumbing her scales, her blindfold’s unraveled, her name is for sale, her name is for sale, her name is for sale Refrain Ah justice is just what I thought, a commodity, just like the justice I sought was so odd to me, just like the justice they bought was so out of my reach, so out of my reach
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
If you could be the king of the world, would you like to be the king of the world, well who wants to be the king of the world not me But if you were the king of the world,, think of ail that you could bring to the world or would you sit and cling to the world you see 'tis thee of whom I sing, the fools and would be kings If you could make a change in the world. would you like to make a change in the world, well who wants to make a change in the world not you But wouldn't it be a strange little world if you really could make a change in the world and what if the change you made in the world was you 'tis thee of whom I sing, the fools and would be kings You are, I am, all hail our royai highness, we all are kings, this world can not define us If you could be the king of the world, would you like to be the king of the world, well who wants to be the king of the world not me But If I was the king of the world, I know what I would bring to the world, !' simply sit and sing to the world, "be free." 'tis thee of whom I sing, the fools and would be kings You are, I am, all hail our royal highness, we all are kings, this world cannot define us
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2005 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
How now big sow everybody kowtow here comes his highness King Foolallofyou, Oh yeah, Oh yeah, everybody look see his majesty has got a brand new suit, them clothes were custom made it’s true, come closer get a better view Oh boy, Oh boy, happy, happy, joy, joy, the jester’s gonna have himself a day, come one, come ’round, don’t nobody look down and certainly be careful what you say, them clothes appear to be see-through, oh my God look Refrain The king is nude, he’s unclothed and protocol suggests his highness should be told, he’s undressed, the man’s bare, but no one here has got the guts to say they’ve seen the royal nuts and make the king look like a putz, would you, the king’s nude Oh gee, oh gee, do you see what I see oh could it be the king is such a dope, hey, hey baby I think maybe someone ought to hand that man a rope, that guy just doesn’t have a clue, oh my God look Refrain The king is nude, he’s unclothed and protocol suggests his highness should be told, he’s undressed, the man’s bare, but no one here has got the guts to say they’ve seen the royal nuts and make the king look like a putz, would you, the king’s nude
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1999 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Oh, yeah of little faith, I so believe in you, It’s not the proof you seek, It’s just the truth, yeah the truth You think you search in vain, ‘cause pain is all you find, Well the truth has got to hurt for you to know its’ worth, But that won’t ease your mind You think the fools naïve, believing all they’re told, That bill of goods they’re sold has mass appeal, oh what a deal, The world must be insane, ‘cause pain is all around, It’s maddening what’s been done, all in the name of one, Who’s nowhere to be found Refrain Don’t preach to the preacher while he’s tutoring the boys, Don’t sing to the choir if you can’t stand the noise, No faith in the atheist, the agnostics, they don’t know, You’ve searched most everywhere except in your soul Oh, yeah of little faith, what’s to become of you, Does not the truth you seek, reside in you, The world must be insane, ‘cause pain is all around, It’s maddening what’s been done, all in the name of one, Who’s nowhere to be found Refrain Don’t preach to the preacher while he’s tutoring the boys, Don’t sing to the choir if you can’t stand the noise, No faith in the atheist, the agnostics, they won’t tell, You’ll get to heaven once you go through hell
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2003 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I remember my youth when you worked in a garden, now your bones are all brittle and your arteries are hardened, your bank account’s full and your mind’s still intact, they‘ll take you from here don’t you worry, relax Your husband’s been buried a very long time, all your friends that remain are all feeble of mind, I’ll come everyday just to make sure you’re fine, don’t worry about me dear, I’ll find the time Refrain When death is a blessing you’re living too long, there’s no use assessing what’ right or what’s wrong, so stop your complaining, we’ve all heard that song, you’ve been found guilty of living too long, you’ve been found guilty of living too long Well, you’ve outlived three children, that’s part of your crime, I don’t mean to be cruel but you must do the time, I told you, I promised I’d see you this weekend, I told you, I promised I’d speak to you then Refrain When death is a blessing you’re living too long, there’s no use assessing what’ right or what’s wrong, so stop your complaining, we’ve all heard that song, you’ve been found guilty of living too long, you’ve been found guilty of living too long If you came from the east you’d be some kind of hero but the longer you’re here you’re worth closer to zero, I promised, I told you, I’d see you this weekend, I promised, I told you I’d speak to you then, well I know what I said and I know it’s not right but you’re practically dead and I still have a life Refrain When death is a blessing you’re living too long, there’s no use assessing what’ right or what’s wrong, so stop your complaining, we’ve all heard that song, you’ve been found guilty of living too long, you’ve been found guilty of living too long
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I just met a girl named Louie, I admit at first she threw me, I’ve not often been a smart man, always leading from the heart man, then one day I spoke with Louie, I discovered she was truly something quite extraordinary, I was so amazed I said Louie’s such an odd name for such a pretty girl, please don’t take that wrong I wouldn’t change it for the world, but where did you come form and tell me how did you get here, when I’m with you dear I have no fear Refrain I had been waiting so long, I knew one day you’d come along, I had been waiting so long for you Louie I just met a girl named Louie, I know she’s a wee bit screwy, that’s the reason that I love her, there is no one else above her, then one day I spoke with Louie, I discovered I was truly something quite extraordinary, she made me that way I said Louie’s such an odd name for such a pretty girl, please don’t take that wrong I wouldn’t change it for the world, but where did you come form and tell me how did you get here, when I’m with you dear I have no fear Refrain I had been waiting so long, I knew one day you’d come along, I had been waiting so long for you Louie
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Physically i see that it is over, logically i knew it's all been said. But I remember when I was your lover and I just can't keep those memories from my head. Long ago we tied our hearts together. A love so strong we thought it'd never end. But here i am alone you're with another and this broken heart is on the mend again. Well love is a crazy game it seems the rules keep rearranging and in the end it's all the same it seems you never win. Yeah love is a crazy game, I can't keep up with all it's changes. In the end it's all the same it seems you never win. Now and then i get an urge to call you. Just to say hello and say I'm doing fine. But pride stops me from dialing your number and I guess that call will never make the line. Well love is a crazy game it seems the rules keep rearranging. And in the end it's all the same it seems you never win. Yeah love is a crazy game I can't keep up with all it's changes. In the end it's all the same, it seems you never win.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Who knows why, some birds fly with both feet on the ground, they’re always looking down, yet never fail to see the possibility that life beneath the trees is nothing less than lovely Some they say, those who play with their backs to the wall, they have no room to fall and still they leave no trace of standing in one place, a fact you can’t erase, a fact that’s simply lovely Refrain Knowing where you stand is lovely, wouldn’t it be grand if one day everyone stood where they could be Who knows why, some they cry without making a sound, their tears still hit the ground, but looking up they see, the possibility there’s life beyond the trees, a life that’s simply lovely Refrain Knowing where you stand is lovely, wouldn’t it be grand if one day everyone stood where they could be
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1999 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I was born in most town USA, today it’s more a ghost town what with Main Street in decay, the factories have long since closed, the kids have moved away, and Band-Aids are the order of the day The town of no illusions so it’s said, well draw you own conclusions but it’s heart’s been left for dead, it’s beating for what used to be and not what lies ahead, ‘cause history isn’t learned here it’s inbred Refrain Those good old mistakes, they will never get old as long as they have a new spin, when they built this city, they broke the mold and they used it again and again and again and again They say that you can’t go back home my friend, but some they left not knowing that their future’s where they’ve been, they’re building bridges to the past and not what lies ahead, ‘cause history isn’t learned here ‘til it’s bled Refrain Those good old mistakes, they will never get old as long as they have a new spin, when they built this city, they broke the mold and they used it again and again and again and again
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2002 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Peter Piper passed away on Monday, I read it in the news on Sunday, finally Peter Piper gets his due, now they’re calling him an institution, trying to get some absolution, giving him his first best last review, such accolades amaze me, just ‘cause he pushed up daisies, I’m not dying for you to write about me. Peter Piper used to wail on weekends, playing like no other freak man, Peter Piper really hit the groove, gotta get him on a concrete pedestal, now that he is stone cold dead still, surely Mr. O will now approve, it’s causing such a ruckus, just ‘cause he kicked the bucket, I’m not dying for you to write about me Refrain It’s no mystery to me why Mr. Obituary spends most his time ‘round cemeteries, waiting for his next big story, I’m not dying for you to write about me, I’m just fine with my own anonymity, don’t waste your ink and paper, there’s lots more dead folks out there, I’m not dying for you to write about me Peter Piper had a lovely funeral, so said Mr. O’s fine tribute, finally Peter Piper’s found his niche, now he’s playing six feet under, he’s a tail of grace and wonder lying in an eight by four foot ditch, it all seems so auspicious, now that he sleeps with fishes, I’m not dying for you to write about me Refrain It’s no mystery to me why Mr. Obituary spends most his time ‘round cemeteries, waiting for his next big story, I’m not dying for you to write about me, I’m just fine with my own anonymity, don’t waste your ink and paper, there’s lots more dead folks out there, I’m not dying for you to write about me
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2002 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Must be nice being God, I guess you ought to know, you must take it in stride with a small sense of pride knowing you run the show, Whose idea was the trees, that’s yours obviously, how the sun always sets every day in the west is just genius to me, I’d just like to express how I’m really impressed and I just got to say must be nice being God, I guess, some days .So you give and you take, and you take and you give, do you roll off your cloud, wrap yourself in shroud and decide who will live, What’s with all the disease, and the suffering I see, if it’s part of some plan that I don’t understand please explain it to me, I’m just trying to make sense of your omnipotence and it brings me to say, Refrain Must be nice being God, knowing your very worst day, that everything that’s happening is happening your way, must be nice being God, I guess, some days. You alone are the holy one, you alone are Lord, tell the truth are we only here because sometimes you’re bored. Must be nice playing God, there’s some people who do, they just crawl out of bed, slap a cross on their head then they think that they’re you, Well they sit and they judge, you know they’ll never budge, every word they mistook from your little black book helps them cling to their grudge, they’re just so self-obsessed, that you must get depressed, but I still got to say, Refrain Must be nice being God, knowing your very worst day, that everything that’s happening is happening your way, must be nice being God, I guess, some days. You alone are the holy one, you alone are Lord, tell the truth are we only here because sometimes you’re bored
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well it’s very nice to meet you good-bye, well apparently our time has flown by, if I said I wasn’t moved, I’d be lying, well it’s very nice to meet you good-bye Well it’s nice to think I’ll see you again, but at best I’d say the chances are slim, if you’d like to, I think we could pretend, I’ll look backwards when I see you again Memories are kind but blind to reality, new ones transform yesterday, living is fine, but who has the time for it while life keeps slipping away Well it’s very nice to meet you good-bye, and I hope that you have enjoyed the ride, if I didn’t laugh you know I’d be crying, well it’s very nice to meet you good-bye Memories are kind but blind to reality, new ones transform yesterday, living is fine, but who has the time for it while life keeps slipping away
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1999 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
This is not a love song, it’s a song about love, love, love, people get it so wrong when the pushing comes top shove, shove, shove, oh it’s nice to think we’re measured by the love we give to others, but a truer picture I can contemplate, see it could be you’re not equal to your love if you are what you hate. Can I get an amen, everybody likes to pray, pray , pray, better get a brain man and start a listening to what you say, say, say, well it makes you feel above ‘em just to sit and judge your brethren, the jury’s still out on you and I can’t wait, see it could be you’re not equal to your love if you are what you hate. Refrain And you hate what you are, and by some tempt of fate you’re left walking this wire, well we all choose a path, and we hope that it’s straight, but if you’re not what you love, then you are what you hate. Love is such a game man, everybody want s to play, play, play, better learn the rules man, if you don’t you’re going to pay, pay, pay, though it’s nice to think we’re measure by the love we give to others, a truer picture I can contemplate, well it could be you’re not equal to your love if you are what you hate. Refrain And you hate what you are, and by some tempt of fate you’re left walking this wire, well we all choose a path, and we hope that it’s straight, but if you’re not what you love, then you are what you hate.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Nothing’s like waking up with no place to go, Nothing’s like going to bed with no one to owe, something always gets in the way, no one or nothing has something to say, so I’ll sit and wait until the day absolutely nothing’s going to come my way. Nothing’s like staying in seeing what’s on TV, Nothing’s like going out nowhere to be seen, but time keeps slipping away, no time for nothing when something’s at play, so I’ll sit and wait until the day absolutely nothing’s going to come my way. Refrain All I want is nothing, nothing’s all I need, all I want is nothing, but nothing’s not for free Nothing’s like singing songs that no one can sing, nothing’s like flying a kite without no string, but time keeps slipping away, no time for nothing when something’s at play, so I’ll sit and wait until the day absolutely nothing’s going to come my way Refrain All I want is nothing, and nothing’s not a lot, I won’t stop at nothing ‘til nothing’s what I got, Oh dear, ‘til nothing’s what I got
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
You burned your bras and showed your breasts, well I for one was real impressed. I’ve always been a fan of ladydom. You started off as some bad joke, you’ve come a long way have a smoke, I’m wondering if you haven’t gone too far. Well equal work for equal pay that’s only right that’s fair to say, I’m wondering if it’s worth the price you pay. Refrain Now look what you’ve done, now look what you’ve got, you fought for the right to pick and choose you’re such a noble lot. You planted a seed, it grew like a weed, you wanted the right to work with men, all you got was the need, now look what you’ve done, now look what you’ve got. The best-laid plans of fish and worms, they go astray when sharks come in, I’m wondering what it is you lost to earn. A valiant war I realize, but now it’s time to analyze exactly what it is you’re fighting for. Refrain Now look what you’ve done, now look what you’ve got, you fought for the right to pick and choose you’re such a noble lot. You planted a seed, it grew like a weed, you wanted the right to work with men, all you got was the need, now look what you’ve done, now look what you’ve got.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well, what’s wrong with this picture here, where once stood a man sits a chair; the chair is now empty except for the tears that fall knowing you won’t appear. Seems it was just yesterday, when you’d take my hand and we’d play, but that day’s a memory that hangs on the wall a time I can only recall. Refrain Pictures evoke immortality, death serves a dose of reality, life can not be what it used to be, knowing you won’t be here with me. We’ll meet again so I’m told, and till then this picture I’ll hold, I’ll dream of the memories that will not unfold, I don’t know when life got so old. Refrain Pictures evoke immortality, death serves a dose of reality, life can not be what it used to be, knowing you won’t be here with me
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
When I was young I used to wander aimlessly, full speed in all directions simultaneously, I thought the road was paved in gold in front of me, a road it seems of pyrite dreams to foolish to repeat. Now I’m older than I’ve ever been or thought I’d be, I’ve got half my life behind me at least mathematically, and looking back I know the path in front of me will get me where I’m going, but not the way I think Refrain I don’t mind life’s uncertainties, I’ll embrace every curve, I know life is just a mystery, and that’s the only thing of which I’m sure Well it’s never as bad as it seems and just gets worse, it could be one man’s blessing is another man’s curse, the cup’s half full, half empty man I’m dying of thirst, this road may take me nowhere but at least I’ll get there first Refrain I don’t mind life’s uncertainties, I’ll embrace every curve, I know life is just a mystery, and that’s the only thing of which I’m sure
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1999 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I’m not really here, see it’s all been done with smokes and beers, things aren’t now as they appear, I’m only here for you I’m lost in a crowd until I here your voice aloud, saying how I’ve made you proud, I’m only here for you Refrain Only for you, do I get up and put on this disguise, only for you, I won’t let up, I hope you realize, I’m here for you I don’t mind applause, I’ll stop and bow and as I pause, I’ll be thinking it’s all because, I’m only here for you I’m not really here, so disregard the jokes and tears, things aren’t now as they appear, I’m only here for you Refrain Only for you, do I get up and put on this disguise, only for you, I won’t let up, I hope you realize, I’m here for you, I’m not really here
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1996 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Well, my name is Jerry or Dave I don’t know, I lip synch at weddings to songs I don’t know, When I’m in the shower I’m Pavarotti, while reaching for soap once I hit a high C. Refrain Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Pointy heads with sharp ideas affirmative. They’re searching for an alternate alternative. And everybody’s listening for a brand new sound, if you want to find it here you best get out of town. Hey my name is Marky and I’m made of gold and everything I touch turns shiny I’m told. If you’re joining this club you must pay your dues, for that there’s a back slap, your name in the news. Refrain Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Pointy heads with sharp ideas affirmative. They’re searching for an alternate alternative. And everybody’s listening for a brand new sound, if you want to find it here you best get out of town. My name’s Dear Abby, I’ll give you a clue, if you read what I wrote then you read old news and I sound like Dylan, like that could be bad, if that’s all your hearing then man you’ve been had. Refrain Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Pointy heads with sharp ideas affirmative. They’re searching for an alternate alternative. And everybody’s listening for a brand new sound, if you want to find it here you best get out of town.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
I don’t recall my coffee being odorless, perhaps it’s just my senses dulled with time, it’s sad to think I didn’t even notice it and sadder still to think I didn’t mind, I’ve been heading for tomorrow for so long that I left today behind. I’ve trampled through some gardens I thought colorless, a beaten path from which I’d seldom stray, I’ve stepped on flowers I know I should not have missed, but the flowers seemed to bloom in black and gray, I’ve been dreaming about tomorrow for so long that I slept right through today. Refrain But oh tonight, I’m going to find the laughter, it’s the absurd that I’m after to lighten each day, and then I might best deal with life’s small disasters, it’s going by so much faster than I care to say, so I’ll stay awake today. Now the objects in the mirror are closer than they seem, and the road is more a way and less a place, I’m headed somewhere that I thought I’d like to go but basically I’m lost without a trace, I’ll keep dreaming about tomorrow, that’s not wrong, but I won’t give up today. Refrain But oh tonight, I’m going to find the laughter, it’s the absurd that I’m after to lighten each day, and then I might best deal with life’s small disasters, it’s going by so much faster than I care to say, so I’ll stay awake today.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1998 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
There must be something in the air, there must be something that they’re breathing, for what could make a soul not care and stop another heart believing. I see it happening all around, they’re living separate lives together, they’re unaware of what’s going down they just thought love would last forever. Refrain Don’t give up on love, don’t you stop believing, don’t you give up on love ‘cause it’s the only thing in life worth fighting for, don’t you give up on love. There must be something in the air, there must be something that they’re breathing, for what could make a soul not care and stop another heart believing. What started off just like a dream, just like a dream began to shatter, they’re taken all that they can give and given up on all that matters. Refrain Don’t give up on love, don’t you stop believing, don’t you give up on love ‘cause it’s the only thing in life worth fighting for, don’t you give up on love.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
What ever happened to you, you used to be like someone I thought that I knew, that was long ago, that was somewhere in my youth, whatever happened to her, it was love we were tight and so sure, but we were so young, so dumb and so immature, and every day seemed the same, the sun shined, it snowed or it rained, it was just the weather and the weather you’re not bound to change Refrain Oh but brother can you spare the change, sister would you care to change, oh mother do we dare to change at all Whatever happened to me, am I not the man that I thought that I would see, is this how it was is it how it has to be, whatever happened to youth, I wanted nothing but I needed the proof, now I sit in bars with other liars sipping beers and flipping truths, now every day seems the same, the sun shines, it snows or it rains, it’s just the weather and the weather you’re not bound to change Refrain Oh but brother can you spare the change, sister would you care to change, oh mother do we dare to change at all
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1996 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
That’s real entertaining music, you’re a real enlightened muse, I read it in the papers, yeah I heard it on the news, you’re dissing Elvis Presley, you’re datting King Faruke, you know so much about everything that you make me want to puke, I’d rather be an insect on some elevator wall than to hear you say the things you say when I say hold the call, hold the call That’s good old fashioned politics, that’s a good old fashioned poll, you want to teach morality but you had to sell your soul, you’re going to help the homeless, you’re going to give them socks, so they can keep them warm at night inside there cardboard box, you’re such a good American and you love to play baseball, but your apple pie has hit the fan, it’s splattered on the wall, on the wall Refrain Stand up, sit down, shut up, talk, you make some pretty speeches but can you walk the walk, you’re going to save the country if you’re given half a chance, but all we ever get from you is another song and dance You’re a damned enlightened mutant, you’re a damned embarrassing mule, you want to teach morality but you will not pray in school, you’re going to help the homeless, you’re going to give them rocks, so they can squeeze some blood from them and sell it on the docks, you’re such a good American and you love to play baseball, but your apple pie has hit the fan, it splattered on the wall, on the wall Refrain Stand up, sit down, shut up, talk, you make some pretty speeches but can you walk the walk, you’re going to save the country if you’re given half a chance, but all we ever get from you is another song and dance
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1996 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
They call him stupid but he's not that dumb. He's made mistakes but then we've all made some. You hear it long enough and you believe. Soon it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy. They say he's ugly he looks fine to me. There's nothing ugly in an eye that sees. You won't find beauty in a looking glass. I tell you brother this too shall pass. Well sticks & stones can break your bones, but bones are quick to heal. Words tear through the heart of you leaving scars you always feel. You're such a liar why should I believe, a single word you've ever said to me. You want the truth well babe I got the book, pull out your websters and take a look. Well sticks & stones can break your bones, but bones are quick to heal. words tear through the heart of you leaving scars you always feel. You're such a baby all you do is cry. It's not your fault you stupid ugly liar. You hear it long enough and you believe. Soon it's just a self-fulfilling prophecy. Yeah sticks & stones can break your bones, but bones are quick to heal. Words tear through the heart of you leaving scars you always feel.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
You can lead a mule to water, but you cannot make him drink, you can call an elephant a rose, but you will not change the stink, you can make a monkey relevant and he'll take you to the brink, if be paints a pretty picture, he can change the way you think, prop it up and take a gander, words weigh less than i remember, I remember everything I'm shown If you talk to God you're praying, if he talks to you you're mad, it's insane the game they're playing, if you're playing then you've been had, but when you pose for pictures, make sure you're looking glad, when things come into focus. we'll all look pretty sad prop it up and take a gander, words weigh less than I remember, I remember everything I'm shown Oh the picture they paint makes you see things that ain't, keep your eyes on the forest and smile, 'cause the truth that they taint could make Hitler a saint and we'll all join the chorus, zeig heil, zeig heil, zeig heil and don't lose your smile and we'll ail goose step off the deep end, oh the picture they paint could make Hitler a saint and we'll all join the chorus, zeig heil You can make a boy a soldier, you can send a man to you can tell him who he's fighting and what he's dyin; if you tell him that he's winning, then you best be keeping score but when your oil hits canvas, the truth goes out the door.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2006 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
Time Is funny, sometimes it's not, it's nothing you see and all that you've got, we'll bow to it's passing and stand for it's test and when time, It comes for reckoning, I'll reckon, we are blessed. Life is funny, it's short and it's long, it's good not to weaken, but no one's that strong, we'll bow to it's passing and stand for it's test and when time, it comes for reckoning, I'll reckon, we are blessed Life is a circle and time is a line, the one marches forward while the other unwinds, we’ll bow to it’s passing and stand for it’s test and when time, it comes for reckoning, I’ll reckon, we are blessed.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 2006 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
You say black is black, but I say black is white. You say day is day but I say not at night. you know everything, but I know wrong from right, in your mind but not your sight. You say where you've been when you know I've been here. You say we don't talk but I say you don't hear. If I spelled it out would that help make things clearer. Don't you think that I won't dare. Don't you owe me? Don't you control me? You just don't know me anymore. There's a memory I've hung upon the wall. There's a number nearby i refused to call. Sure I think of you but you don't think at all. Don't run back till you can crawl. Don't you owe me? Don't you control me? You just don't know me anymore.
Words and music by Tom Stahl Copyright 1995 ASCAP Samilou Publishing
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